tch.
April 21, 2012 | 10:55 AM
Just a couple of hours ago I reacquainted myself with someone I haven't seen in ten years, a junior from student council. We chatted a little on facebook, and I remembered how much we used to love him in secondary school. He was the kind of guy you didn't want anyone to hurt, but yet, he was so strong a person you knew you never need to. He said he hasn't changed, and somehow I do believe that, yknow. I don't think the 16 year old me really got to know him well enough, but he's such a character I can imagine him coming straight out of a Haruki Murakami book. And I bet the 15 year old him, might have seen right through my facade, but being him just kept quiet unless he saw the need to talk (which isn't often, by the way).
He doesn't smile a lot, but when he does you'd feel a sense of relief, somehow.
He's still there, you'd think,
he gets what we've been saying.
I think the word is intrigue. I am intrigued by him as a person. I am amazed at his chinese writings, his gorgeous sketches and drawings, his path of choice, his personality. It's not attraction, but it's an unusual feeling of wanting to observe a person more. Honestly, I don't know what that actually means.
If I ever get to the US I think I would go down East just to meet this enigma. See if I can see past that face that is so often inscrutable and impenetrable.
velda.
